art, the other cautiously stepping into a world that felt just beyond her reach. Things between her and Ethan had been easier in recent weeks. They'd foun

er-watchful gaze of the city. Yet, even in their private moments, the tension between their worlds lingered in the background. Clara had continued to grow in her own ri

but the thought of being in the spotlight once again was overwhelming. She knew it was a major opportunit

t like an obstacle to everything Clara was trying to build. She had told him she needed space, but even now, she coul

lost in thought. Ethan had been talking about a new business venture, one that was set to change the tech landscape once agai

in the corner of the room, her mind drifting bac

terrupting her thoughts

exhibition coming up. It's a big deal for me, but... I don't know if I'm ready

ve told you before, I'm here to

t it to be about you. I don't want people to think I'

ess than the talented artist you are. But I can't pretend like your suc

without you backing me up. I want to prove that I can do this o

hand. "I never meant to make you feel like that. I love you, Clara. I just want to be a part of your life.

med wider than ever. "I just don't know if I can have both," she confe

ing for the exhibition, but a constant weight pressed on her chest. Ethan respected h

questions, the glances, and the inevitable comparisons to Ethan. Would anyone take her seriously, or w

d taken her weeks to complete. It was raw, honest, and deeply personal, yet s

houghts. She glanced at the screen and saw a text from

to bear. She wanted to tell him everything-how she was scared of losing herself, of losing him, of being swal

h her veins. The room was filled with admirers and critics, all marveling at her work, but Clara felt out

ough the noise. "Clara,

slight smile on his face. His presence was both a comfort a

Clara whispered, her ga

on her shoulder. "You've earned this. Not

ooked up at Ethan. Maybe this wasn't about proving herself to the world. Maybe it was about accepting that

people took the time to talk to her about her work, not her connection to Ethan. She f

the rooftop of the gallery, staring out at the city. Ethan joined her

g me come tonight," h

mile tugging at her lips.

ed to. You're amazing, Clara.

sense of understanding. "Maybe we don't have to choo

yes warm with relie